The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(30)

“Do your homework, Emily. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I stare at him for a moment; he’s dismissing me.

I frown as he turns and goes back to sit at his desk as if nothing ever happened.

He picks up his scotch and sips it as his eyes hold mine. He slides a security key across the desk. “This will get you to this floor.”

Huh.

What in the hell was that?

I snatch the key and leave his office in a fluster. I get into the elevator with my heart hammering.

For fuck’s sake. I need to find some self-control, and I need to find it quick.

Because he has it all.





Chapter 6

I sit in the café across the road from the Miles Media building. I told myself I came here to get some takeout for dinner. But the truth is, I want to see him leave. I want to see his face, to see if it’s as flushed as mine. I’m so close to orgasming in public; it’s not even funny. How can one finger through clothes arouse me so much? This man turns me into a puddle, a wet, soppy, pliable puddle. I have absolutely no resistance when he touches me.

For twelve months I’ve dreamed about Jim, the funny, carefree man I spent the night with. And now that I’ve met another version of him, I’m not sure that I like him. I mean, he’s hot, hotter than hot. Blazing fucking inferno.

Who is Jameson Miles?

I sit on the bench seat by the window and stare across the street, and then I see the limousine arrive and pull into the parking bay.

I sit up. My stomach flips, and I hold my breath as I watch the door open. In slow motion he walks out; he’s like a rock star, and everyone turns to watch him.

Mr. Orgasmic.

I watch as he gets into the back of the limousine and the driver closes the door behind him, and then it slowly pulls away.

I watch it all the way up the street as it disappears, and I feel a wave of disappointment roll over me.

I wonder what he’s doing tonight. It’s late, nearly six thirty, and the Miles Media building is emptied out for the day. I can’t believe I waited around to get a glimpse of him leaving . . . what a loser. I guess I may as well order something to eat here. I’m only going to go and eat alone at home anyway. I pick up the menu and scan the choices, and then the front doors of Miles Media open again, and Tristan walks out. I frown as I watch him. He’s with a woman; she’s blonde and beautiful and wearing a gray woolen fitted dress and high-heeled short black boots. She has a trendy vibe about her, and her hair is in a bouncy ponytail. She says something, and he laughs out loud. They walk around the corner but are still in my view, and he puts his hand on her behind and leans in and kisses her.

Who is she?

He then takes her hand in his, and they disappear up the street together.

Does she work in the building? I would have thought they had some no-dating-the-staff kind of rule. Maybe not?

Maybe it’s a free-for-all, and they’re fucking their way through the floors?

Am I the only girl he’s flirting with? Does he summon anyone else up to his office?

I close my eyes in disgust.

Stop it.

God, I need to get a grip.

I go through my wardrobe and take out my clothes for tomorrow. It’s late, and I’ve been working on that story that they want. I hope it’s all right. My preparation is different this time. What should I wear tomorrow? Do I do as I was told?

I lay out the clothes Jameson told me to wear, and I stare at them on my bed.

The gray skirt with the split, the white silk shirt. How does he know that I wear a white lace bra with this shirt? How does he even know about this outfit?

He watches me.

A sick thrill runs through me. Fuck, this guy is playing with my head.

I’m walking around, a raging mass of hormones, and he hardly touches me.

Imagine if he did.

I think back to this afternoon and the way his finger traced my body and then how he put it in my mouth and I sucked on it.

His words come back to me. I want you to fuck yourself. Long . . . deep and slow.

I close my eyes as arousal begins to heat my blood. He wants me to think of him while I come.

I go to my bedside and take out my vibrator, and I hold it in my hand and look at it.

“It’s a very cold substitute, Mr. Miles,” I whisper into the silence. I have a good mind to call him and tell him to come over and get the job done in person.

But of course I won’t. I turn off the light and crawl under the covers, and my hand brushes across my naked breast.

I close my eyes and open my legs and imagine Jameson Miles is here with me.

“Do you guys want to get some dinner after work?” I ask Molly and Aaron.

“Yeah, all right. Something healthy, though,” Molly replies as she types. “I’m never going to get laid if I don’t start working on this fat ass.” She types some more. “I have to be done by eight, though. I have to pick up the kids.”

“Yeah, okay.” Aaron sighs. “Sounds good.”

“I have training this afternoon,” I reply as I try to sound casual.

They both look up from their work. “Where?”

“In the management offices.”

“Oh my God.” Molly smirks. “Did he say anything?”

I drop my head. I glance up at the cameras. “I’ll tell you tonight.”